Children of thee Underground - Nasty [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Thats me...

[NASty]
When I'm in the booth, I spit like a missing tooth
I'm the one they come to when they looking for the truth
I got the proof and all the facts
In fact, I'm finna make the rap game collapse
And thats all because I'm so ...

Peep my steelo, I'm real clean
Lyrical bullets in my magazine
They shoot hard, Im the best to start
Alienated to the world cause I got dreams of foreigns cars
And thats because I'm so ...

Play pretend if you want
I'm the one that they really really want
Don't front, I been about my game
Every time I flow, I'm insane
And yes, NASty is the name
I should get it on a chain, and you girl give me brain
Cause you is too lame, look mane
I kill this shit all the time
And you can tell by every rhyme that I'm always gonna shine
I'm more like Optimus Prime with a bad bitch thats fine
And I'm ...

Add the swank at the beginning
Me and my niggas on my team always gonna be winning
I'm dreaming of a game that would be so lyrical, spiritual
Nothing would be bland
Kaioken these niggas no Super Saiyan
Spitting flames like Charmeleon, Higher than a ceili-an
I mean can you feel it man?
Can you tell me what's life?
Coming from a place where niggas don't make it out right
But I'm finna get my limelight, with me and my team
Way better since last time I was on the scene
And I don't even have to rap about lean
Maybe a little Mary Jane
Niggas love to hear the name ...

And you can hear it in the song
Am I wrong? To spit flames on what y'all drawn
I'm a real artist, painting pictures with my lyrical phrases and words
Picture me with the birds, So fly, Don't deny that I'm the guy
Yeah

Niggas ain't ready for a lyrical master, I cause disasters
And every beat you see me on is shattered, Scatter
Before my lyrical bullets pop ya
Top Shotta, I'm the number one scholar
But I'm the same little nigga who'll ask for a dollar
But when I make make it, I might pay you back
Laugh out loud, that was a good crack
I attack with rap, I use bars instead of gats
And all these rap niggas stuck in the trap
She sit on my lap, she ride that, cuffed on the sack
She slobbed on my nob like corn on the cob
All this smoke in the air you would think it was fog
And on a beat ... I'm a complete hog

No room for whack rappers
Doesn't matter if your flow is faster
What matters is what you make out of the batter
Is it dough or something whack? Shit, we'll find out when you drop that new track
But I'm a progress to success, and a nigga don't sleep, I fucking rest
The best number one, I need no gun, Cause my lyrical missiles is what I use
I abuse niggas who reuse
I exude so much greatness, and judging by this, you can tell what my fate is